All I need ~ Mason Mount

Part nineteen

* nsfw ~ very slightly spicy *

** NOT sexualising mason by any intention, as always I don't own his character and he is of course human with feelings - it is purely for entertainment **

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Masons hand gripped around Bea's, pulling her into the bathroom, the steam thick and dampening them the second they entered. An immediate heat spread over Bea's body - whether from the sauna like room, or the boy stood in front of her, his jaw tense as his eyes scanned her face, a smirk across his own face, which was by now only inches from hers. He used his free hand to push the door shut behind her, his arm remaining in the place as though to keep her where she was, his presence dominating her. Not in a patronising way, not in a forceful way, in a way that was melting her to the core.
"What are you doing to me, beautiful?" He whispered, his breath huskily warming her face as he shook his head, looking slightly down to her. She smirked, unable to control her feelings as her eyes glanced from his eyes, to his lips, to his dark eyes again.
"It's not what I'm doing to you, it's what I want to be doing to you," she whispered, almost inaudible. Masons eyes widened slightly, his cheeks flushing as he bit his bottom lip. This was music to his ears, but almost felt unreal to hear. The girl he had now accepted he was in-love with, also wanted something with him. Whether lustful, whether more.

"Fuck, Bea," he whispered, unable to contain himself as he stroked his fingers over her jaw line, moving them down towards her collar bone as his lips attached meaningfully to hers. The room continued to heat in condensation, both of them beginning to appear soaked by the humidity.

Masons hands roamed her body, goosebumps appearing as his finger tips traced her dripping skin. Whilst she was purely covered by a towel, he was fulfilled with a fiery mist that he was struggling to contain. And as though she could read this, her own hands travelled down his shoulders, tracing his toned abdomen before lacing the hem of his t shirt and beginning to lift it.
"Yeah?" He raised his eyebrows, a cheeky glance on his face.
"Yes Mase," Bea smiled, letting him throw his top over his head, onto the bathroom floor. They glanced to one and another with a look of love, before he gripped her thighs with his hands, pulling her into him as he legs wrapped around his bare stomach.
"Mason I don't have anything else on," Bea quietly giggled, her hands gripping to his shoulders. He looked down to her body, then back up to her eyes.
"I don't have a problem with that. Do you?" He groaned, unable to stop himself from biting his bottom lip.
"I'm not letting you see all of me that easily, Mount," Bea smirked, removing one hand from his shoulder and using it to wipe a droplet of water that fell down his forehead.
"Not even if I show you all of me?" He huskily whispered, between placing kisses down her neck. She truly wanted him, his entire body against hers. But she was always going to be self conscious, and right now she cursed herself for not letting go more.

"I want all of you mase, I want that more than anything. But that doesn't mean I'm ready to show you me at my most vulnerable," she whispered to him, meaning every word. He smiled, nodding before he placed another kiss against her lips.
"I'm just happy to hear you want that. And you can have that, whenever you're ready, baby. There's no rush," He assured her, her chest warming with every other part of her.
"Thank you, perfect boy," she licked her lips as they parted, before her feet were placed gently onto the ground, the boy delicately patterning her forehead with his own lips as he put her down.
"Always for you," he whispered, tickling a piece of her hair behind her ear as she ran her hands back down his body. Her fingertips stopped as she reached the waistband of his joggers, his excitement in the mood visible and giving her even more difficulty resisting.
"Soon, I promise," she nodded to him, the boys grin wide as he nodded back.
"Now you go and get yourself in the shower, I'll get a hot chocolate and some movies ready for this afternoon," he placed a final kiss on her forehead, his hands holding tightly onto hers as he spoke.

The last thing Mason wanted was for Bea to assume he only wanted one thing. Because he didn't.

He wanted everything.

Her at her best, and her first thing in the morning with no makeup on and her hair splatted across her pillow. Her sleeping on the sofa in the afternoon with his hoodie resting over her eyes.

He wanted her.

And he was in luck, because she wanted him. Him as his jaw clenched, his stern eyes fixated on his Xbox. Him gently snoring against her neck as he held her in the night. Him first thing in the morning with his husky morning voice and sleepy eyes.

She wanted him.